jungkook isn't sure if yoongi has ever had him feeling quite like this before. there's always that sense of curiosity, of anticipation. he's always wondering what yoongi has in mind for him, what he's going to do to him, how he'll make him feel, how far they'll go. he isn't unfamiliar with being edged, either, something he had never really had much experience with before yoongi but he's discovered now just how much he likes it, how good it can make him feel, how great the payoff is so long as he can keep himself together. do what yoongi says, wait for permission like a good boy.
still, being on edge for hours on end is something a little bit different. being so hard for so long, just waiting and wondering what was in store for him, unable to distract himself well enough to calm down when he knew that it was only a matter of hours before yoongi would be home. now he's here, now jungkook is in his lap in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and his body is so pulled taut, so ready for the pleasure that he knows yoongi is going to give him that even the way the older man pulls him farther up into his lap makes his breath hitch, before yoongi's fingers are even between his thighs in the first place.
it's so much worse when they are. so much better, the way that yoongi teases him, giving him something, just a little bit of friction but nowhere near enough. it doesn't matter. jungkook could still cum from it, especially after a day like today. if yoongi told him to he could, there's a part of him that's aching to, but he doesn't. he won't. not even when yoongi is praising him like that, in that voice that never fails to get to him. not even when all of his touches have jungkook's thighs starting to tremble already, his fingers finding their way near yoongi's shoulders for something to hold onto, stuttered breaths giving way to soft sounds that he doesn't bother trying to contain. just like he doesn't bother trying to contain the downright moan that comes with yoongi's finger teasing against his entrance, because he's always wanting for more, greedy for every single thing that yoongi is willing to give him. "daddy," rolls off of his tongue easily, thoughtlessly, a breathless groan of the name more than anything else. he doesn't dare to move too much, not for now, not while he can still control himself so well. "missed you so much.. i couldn't wait for you to come home."
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still, being on edge for hours on end is something a little bit different. being so hard for so long, just waiting and wondering what was in store for him, unable to distract himself well enough to calm down when he knew that it was only a matter of hours before yoongi would be home. now he's here, now jungkook is in his lap in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and his body is so pulled taut, so ready for the pleasure that he knows yoongi is going to give him that even the way the older man pulls him farther up into his lap makes his breath hitch, before yoongi's fingers are even between his thighs in the first place.
it's so much worse when they are. so much better, the way that yoongi teases him, giving him something, just a little bit of friction but nowhere near enough. it doesn't matter. jungkook could still cum from it, especially after a day like today. if yoongi told him to he could, there's a part of him that's aching to, but he doesn't. he won't. not even when yoongi is praising him like that, in that voice that never fails to get to him. not even when all of his touches have jungkook's thighs starting to tremble already, his fingers finding their way near yoongi's shoulders for something to hold onto, stuttered breaths giving way to soft sounds that he doesn't bother trying to contain. just like he doesn't bother trying to contain the downright moan that comes with yoongi's finger teasing against his entrance, because he's always wanting for more, greedy for every single thing that yoongi is willing to give him. "daddy," rolls off of his tongue easily, thoughtlessly, a breathless groan of the name more than anything else. he doesn't dare to move too much, not for now, not while he can still control himself so well. "missed you so much.. i couldn't wait for you to come home."